Pole Star Dormitory Kitchen quieted down for a minute or two.
Xingping Chuangzhen, with his chin propped up, stared at Ichise Hui's "Sichuan Pepper Grilled Mackerel" and suddenly said, "Hey, Yu, if you were to make this dish, you'd probably grill it over a charcoal fire instead of pan-frying it with salad oil, wouldn't you?"
Xia Yu was taken aback, "Why do you say that?"
"Because you're best at cooking with charcoal fire!" Xingping Chuangzhen scratched his head. It seemed the night Xia Yu made the "Flaming Roast Suckling Pig" in public had given him a profound impression and shook his heart deeply.
Xia Yu laughed, "Xingping, if it were me, I would use a similar method for the mackerel as well."
"Why?"
"You need to analyze Senior Ichise's dish first, to understand the chef's thoughts. In other words, analyze the theme contained in the dish—" Xia Yu said.
"The dish's theme?"
Xingping Chuangzhen then focused intently on the "Sichuan Pepper Grilled Mackerel."
